Billionaire's Scandal Novels & Stories

He just stood there, staring at it, his jaw tight, his expression unreadable. “This is spreading faster than I expected,” he said. I leaned back against the counter, folding my arms. “It’s a scandal involving you. Of course it is.” There was no point pretending otherwise. A fake engagement, concerning one of the youngest top billionaires in the city, this kind of news was like sugar and the press were like ants, salivating to have a taste. It had everything people loved to tear apart. A knock sounded at the door, sharp enough to make me straighten up immediately.

The implication lingered, hovering in the air like smoke I couldn’t disperse. “Are you talking about cheating?” Thandeka’s voice was small, almost trembling. Cynthia laughed softly, a sound that was both cruel and deliberate. “I’m just saying, sometimes appearances are misleading. One must always be careful who they trust.” My hands were shaking now, my pulse hammering in my ears. I wanted to leave, to run out into the streets and never look back. But where would I go? My pride, my dignity — all buried under years of unemployment, humiliation, and now, this.

"Oh no! But they would have given you more time to see if it's just a day's thing." "You don't understand Mil, data compilation is very sensitive. One mistake can ruin everything." She said admist light sobs. "Be calm Cass, you'll be fine soon." Mildred reassured. But soon wasn't an option. Time was running out. Claus sat in his spacious office, brow furrowed. "Emma, we have a problem," he said to his PA. Emma's expression turned serious. "Financial irregularities," Claus elaborated. "No plausible cause, Emma. I want this investigated."

As the breaking news hit the headline on every social media, Daniel couldn't help but feel breathless. Everything he had worked to build all his years appeared to have run down the drain. ‘The ISA establishment, formerly known as the Storm n Storm empire, is subject to investigation following the belief that it is involved in illegal mafia activity.’ As Daniel Storm read through the headline again, he felt his heart constrict painfully. He knew giving Isabelle the company was not a good idea and that she would run it down at some point. But he couldn't have ever believed that it would go down so shamefully.

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

"It’s serious money for you, huh? Take it and push off, will ya? Stop dreaming of becoming a wealthy socialite." Amanda keeps her mouth shut until she sees the amount. “A mere million? Is the Aiken family going bankrupt? And since you went to such lengths to find my parents’ graves, you must know I’m actually married to Riley. It’s not heavy money for Griffin CEO’s wife.” Amanda shrugs, looking askance at Aiken. Faye’s face flushes with anger as she erupts in a fit of rage, spewing words like venom. “Amanda Courtney. You should be thanking your lucky stars. No wonder your parents passed away in your early age. And Morris...”

"About your business funding. There's a source alleging Bennett Interiors was built on undisclosed money from your ex-husband, and that you've misrepresented your client contracts as a result. I wanted to give you the chance to respond before we go to print." I set Elias down in his playpen, my hands not quite steady, and asked her to send me what she had. The email came through two minutes later. A draft, not published yet, quoting an anonymous "source close to the Knight family" who described me as a woman who'd "engineered a public divorce for financial gain" and "quietly accepted seven figures from the man she claims wronged her." There were numbers in it that were wrong, dates that were

"Are you alright?" "Not right now." "You're on the news," he said urgently. "And it's not good." A chill ran through me. "What news?" "Check your phone. Any site will do. T*****r. Anything at all. You need to see this immediately." My hands trembled as I pulled the phone away and opened a browser. The headline loaded instantly, bold and ruthless: "BILLIONAIRE DANTE MORETTI CAUGHT IN VIOLENT ALTERCATION — SCANDAL INVOLVING FAKE ENGAGEMENT AND LAND SCHEME EXPOSED."

"You really think she's still your property, Luigi? She just shut down one of the most powerful men in the city. You think she's playing on your level anymore?" Luigi growled. "No whore of mine ever should've gotten that bold." "Then maybe you should've treated her better. Besides didn't that Mr Cartier guy buy her off." Laughter erupted from the dancers gathered near the dressing room. Social Media: @NYWhistleblower: BREAKING.. Billionaire heir Cameron Knight caught in explosive sex scandal. Sources claim setup by alleged former escort, Rylee. Exclusive video here. @GossipGhouls: I don't know who Rylee is but she's Mother now. Period.

The headlines flashed dangerously before me: “Billionaire Big-shot busted in bathroom bonanza with another dude;” “Toilet tryst torches tycoon’s rep: caught pants-down with a guy;” “Filthy rich and filthy habits: billionaire’s bathroom boy-toy bust;” The morbid names kept coming, each worse than the order that held me bound to where I was as I watched him leave the bathroom. As soon as his presence left I felt some sort of motion in my bones. I moved slowly, pushing the door.